I’ve owned a couple of Hondas. My spousal unit has owned a Toyota. But we’re each now on our second Subaru, having both driven our prior Subarus for about eighteen years. She: Outback. Me: WRX. So I’m going with that. We live in the Denver metro area, so no big surprise. We’ve had good luck with Subarus, having driven…

Before the Plague Times, I was working out six times a week, alternating cardio with resistance. I especially miss working out with my long-time gym buddies in the weight room. But the pandemic has had an unexpected benefit.

My spousal unit and I slept apart for a couple of years, until she got a CPAP machine and it stopped her snoring. (Which was like... Have you ever seen the Three Stooges? No, really. Like that.) Yeah, you’re right, it leaks from time to time, blowing a cold breeze over my face and neck. We put a pillow upright between…

I’m with you on this. I’ve been sleeping next to the spousal unit since before we were married almost thirty-seven years ago. Not going to stop now. Us two. And a cat. Sometimes two cats.

I’m with you on this. For this to be legit, she would have had to have not only *never* heard anyone pronounce “microwave”, but also the prefix “micro” nor the word “wave”.

Yet another euphemism - possibly two of them - that I’ve never heard before... back to the Urban Dictionary.

The definition of a “homeowner” is someone who is on the way to the hardware store.

Yes. I have a spare set of wheels for my WRX on which I keep Blizzak’s mounted. Unfortunately, I was a little late this year: I haven’t swapped them on yet because we’ve had unseasonable warm temperatures this fall here in the Denver metro area; and then last night we got several inches of snow. Oops.

Sadly, I’ve been using my WRX as a means to make sure my battery trickle charger still works.

My spousal unit and I - we’re both in our 60s - play this game all the time.

It’s late. I’m a morning person and the alarm goes off at 5AM. Around 9PM, I’m pondering whether it’s time to turn off the TV, throw down some cat treats for the nightly ritual, and start getting ready for bed. OTOH, these days, in the Plague Times, I’m not sure exactly what the heck I’m getting up early for anymore.

I have a 2ooo BMW R1100RT motorcycle that I bought used when it was just a few years old. I didn’t appreciate that at the time it was the same model and color used by the motorcycle cops in a municipality near my home. I had similar experiences with cars in front of me. Not so much these days; that city still uses…

She knows better. I mentioned in another comment that she remarked that if all you see is something like “cardiac arrest”, alarm bells should be going off. (I was hoping you would weigh in on this. Thanks!)

So you have to cause the wave function to collapse and the body to decohere. Makes sense to me.

I like this distinction. If your heart is still beating but you’re brain dead, are you dead or alive? By your definition, you’d be dead, which sounds correct to me.

Yeah, but according to this medical doctor I married thirty-six years ago - and who has filled out her share of death certificates - when you see cause of death listed as “cardiac arrest” with no additional reasons, alarm bells should start going off in your head.

(Having said that, I am now I’m wondering if when you’re on a heart bypass machine you’re technically alive or dead.)

100% of deaths are the result of cardiac arrest. That’s what “dead” means: your heart stopped beating. The devil is in the root cause analysis.

I’m not a large car fan - my daily driver is a Subaru WRX, and for years I drove a tiny Honda CRX Si - but like krhodes1 I’ve had a 300 as a rental several times and I really enjoyed driving it. Once the Spousal Unit and I were driving a black one around on a trip out of town and I told her I felt like I was driving a…

Three motorcycles, the *newest* of which is coming up on twenty years of age. In my defense, they all three currently run and are rideable. The oldest could use a little carb tuning.